I took my girls shopping for some summer clothes Saturday. T-shirts, jeans, shorts. They both love Marvel and superheroes and transformers and Hogwarts and stuff like that. Not so much pink and pretty stuff. Theyâve both grown so much that this was the first time we were shopping in the grown up womenâs section. Boring selections when it comes to t-shirts. Flowers and zebras and butterflies.
But what was making it near impossible was that all the t-shirts, the few they kinda-sorta liked, had either low/wide cut necklines or were extremely tailored for nipped in waists with little cap sleeves and short hemlines. Showing way too much skin for their ages as far as we all were concerned. So we headed over to the menâs section. A whole WALL full of properly cut tees with great designs on them!
They ran over and started hunting up things they liked. Two women were stocking shelves.Â
"You know these are MENâS shirts."
"The girlâs section is over there."
"Thereâs not gonna be any Princesses over here, darlinâ."
"These shirts are for the boys."
"This isnât going to fit you right, honey."
I ignored the first time one of them said anything. Just told the girls what sizes they needed to look for and that they could each pick five shirts. But the women kept interrupting me. I tried to stay polite. âYes, I know this is the menâs department.â But they kept making comments.
Finally I was getting mad. I told them we didnât need any help. My girls were allowed to wear whatever they liked and they didnât like the shirt designs in the womenâs section and I didnât like how low the necklines were.
Instead of just noticing that I was getting fed up with their âhelpâ, they started arguing with me! One of them told my oldest, who is conventionally cute and skinny and starting to fill out (but still only 12), that âOh thatâs just because heâs your daddy. He doesnât understand that a girl wants to show off for the boys!â
That was the last straw. Iâm afraid I totally lost my temper. I told them (amongst a few other choice words) that theyâd better walk away and come back to finish restocking the shelves once weâd left the area or Iâd get the manager.
I try hard not to be rude to sales people and people in the service industry. Thatâs a difficult and thankless job. But for fuckâs sake! The first few comments were bad enough, but trying to undermine my moral authority with my kids? All in the name of  gender and sexuality policing. They couldnât get past the idea that my girls might prefer t-shirts that had âboyâ designs on them and that didnât hyper-sexualize them. The idea was abhorrent to them and they had to interfere and then KEEP interfering.
Once our sales âhelpâ was gone, the girls found a bunch of shirts. Captain America, Minecraft, Doctor Who, Batman, Avengers. All the stuff theyâre into. I mean, they also like MLP and Littlest Pet Shop and soft fluffy stuffed animals and Monster High dolls. We hit the toy section too for some of that stuff cos they brought their saved-up allowances with them.Â
At least we didnât get any âhelpâ in the shoe section. Theyâdâve had a cow again cos while the youngest found a cute pair of pink and purple sneakers, I âletâ the oldest go to the menâs section and find a cool pair of dark blue and grey ones. (and omg their feet are huge! youngest wears a womenâs size 9.5 and oldest wars a menâs 8. FFS, I wear a menâs 8.5. Their feet are almost as big as mine! Howâd that happen?)
I hate this gender policing shit and wonât put up with it at all. I always feel for kids whose parents enforce this shit. I see it at stores when a girl or boy strays outside the lines, too often the parents are the one who pull them back into their place and it makes me sad.
Like, their friends who are boys, when theyâre over at our house, they sit there and play with the girl toys as much as the boy toys. One of the boys loves playing LPS with my youngest, making up stories and stuff. The first time I walked out into the playroom and saw, he got so nervous and tried to say that he was just doing it to be nice to her. I told him that it was fine. He could play with whatever he wanted to and I wouldnât tell anyone. Word got around to the other boys I guess cos now they all play whatever and donât stop if I âcatchâ them.
I get shit from my mom about it too. Iâm trying to make them into little boys. I shouldnât have bought them trucks and toy swords when they were little. The oldest needs to learn to start wearing dresses now not just blue jeans. Why did I âletâ her get her hair cut short? I need to put the youngest on a diet and make her wear training bras. Why do I let them play with boys? etc etc etc.Â
I just find it so hard to believe that itâs the 21st century and people are still getting their knickers in a twist over this kind of thing.
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